Episode 9: Have Floo Will Travel

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One of my last posts as a college student...eeep!! I think they boys are finally being written correctly from a personality standpoint. It was hard to change Legolas from whiny to just poncy ;). I'm also getting better at the language and they're just becoming a lot more fun to write. Crossover fun too!
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Lomiothiel trudges through the entrance to the Mallorn and walks inside. Dropping her stuff onto the table next to the door, she immediately heads straight upstairs towards her room. Haldir, who has been sitting in front of the TV, mesmerized by Pirates of the Caribbean, notices Lomiothiel and starts to walk towards her.

::Haldir::
Mae Govannen Lomi! How----

Lomiothiel puts up her hand in front of his face, ignoring him, and walks up the stairs, leaving an open mouthed Haldir, speechless.


::Haldir::
.....umm.... All right.... To follow or not to follow, that is the question...

Haldir shrugs his shoulders and follows Lomiothiel up the stairs. She walks straight into her room and closes the door with a bang.

::Haldir::
Sigh... well that was helpful.

Suddenly, the door opens and still mini-Boromir and Eomer and pushed out by a hand and the door closes once again with a slam. The boys grimace at the noise.

::Boromir::
What did we do?

::Eomer::
Perhaps telling her she looked like walking death was not a gentlemanly thing, Boromir.

::Boromir::
I only meant she should get some sleep! I was attempting to play a Gondorian lullaby, no thanks to you.

::Eomer::
No wonder Sauron wanted to destroy Gondor so bad... the sounds must have been atrocious.

::Boromir::
Ha-ha... very funny Horse-Master.

Haldir turns around to see Legolas and Gil-Galad walking up the stairs, having heard the commotion. Legolas spies the still tiny men and starts to chuckle.

::Legolas::
Still travel sized, I see.

::Boromir::
Sigh... Lomi says she is expecting the antidote any time now. I do not really know what that means, actually.

::Eomer::
It is about time. If I have to spend one more night stuck with you Boz, I am going to go mad....

Boromir glares at Eomer.

::Eomer::
Oh I did not mean it like that, sheesh. Touchy about the madness...

::Haldir::
Men, what is going on? I have not seen Lomiothiel this upset in ages, actually, since Legolas used her... disc things as target practice.

::Legolas::
I told her I was sorry, how was I supposed to know they were for that internet machine thing? They worked very well actually...

::Boromir::
Oh, it is nothing like that. She's sick, is all.

::Haldir::
Well, that explains it. Told her she should spend more time here and she would not get sick so much.

Legolas looks around a bit sheepishly.

::Legolas::
Umm.... what does this mean, this 'sickness' she has?

::Gil-Galad::
Sigh... oh for Eru's sake, you don't know what sick is?

::Haldir::
Oh let him be, he did not even know death until he met Boromir, remember?

::Gil-Galad::
Sigh... wood elves...

::Legolas::
Ahem, okay I get it. I am a dumb blonde, ha-ha...

::Haldir::
It's like being wounded, only not on the outside. The flu actually... Remember the time we put the curry in Boromir's mead? Remember what happened?

::Legolas::
Ohh... okay, the throwing up thing.

::Haldir::
Yup, sick.

::Boromir::
You were the ones who did that? You guys are such jerks. My tongue burned for a week.

::Gil-Galad::
But it was funny.

Boromir looks angrily at Gil-Galad, for a second, before pondering the comment.

::Boromir::
Hmmm... Yeah, I guess it was.

::Haldir::
Well, what is all the junk she left by the doorway?

::Eomer::
Oh she said to send it by owl... what does that mean?

The boys look at each other quizzically.

::Legolas::
Someone should ask her what it means.

::Eomer::
Do you have a death wish, Elf? You did not see the way she threw us out.

::Haldir::
Well it was more of a pushing out, than a throwing...

::Boromir::
Regardless... I do not want to go back in there. I even left my travel journal in there. I am almost done with it.

::Gil-Galad::
All of Middle-Earth can rejoice, for Boromir has written coherent sentences.

::Boromir::
Jealousy does not become you, King Crabby.

Gil-Galad squints his eyes at Boromir.

::Haldir::
Okay, I vote someone goes in there.

::Eomer::
I agree.

They all look around at each other, finally, all eyes ending upon Gil-Galad. Gil-Galad looks at them like they are all nuts.

::Gil-Galad::
Me? No way. I do not have another death wish. One trip to the Hall of Mandos is enough for me.

::Eomer::
Oh come on, you are the only one she hasn't threatened to send to Mordor this week.

::Gil-Galad::
Perhaps you should learn the fine art of keeping your mouth shut, Horse-Lord?

::Eomer::
I vote Gil.

::ALL::
Second!!

::Haldir::
So granted, good luck Gil. We shall honor your memory.

Gil-Galad sighs, knowing when he is beaten.

::Gil-Galad::
You owe me for this, Legolas. You would have been next on the list.

Legolas smirks at Gil-Galad.

::Legolas::
This I am well aware. It is hard being the favorite, is it not?

The boys glare at Legolas.

::Boromir::
Brown nose.

Gil-Galad takes a deep breath and steps toward the doorway. All of a sudden, the sound of 'Taps' starts to play.

::Gil-Galad::
Oh for Eru's sake Boromir, knock that off.

::Boromir smiles::
Sorry, could not help myself.

Gil-Galad opens the door and quietly steps in, closing it behind him. The room is dark, all the shades have been drawn and the only light is from the computer humming on the desk. He walks towards the four-poster bed, draped with curtains, which are pulled back with silver ribbon at the posts.

::Gil-Galad::
Lomiothiel?

Lomiothiel is buried under her huge comforter. She lifts the blanket from over her head, and looks glaringly at Gil-Galad.

::Lomiothiel::
Yes?

::Gil-Galad::
Umm... Boz and Eomer say that you are not feeling well. We were just wondering what was wrong and if there was anything we could do?

::Lomiothiel sighs::
They put you up to this, didn't they?

::Gil-Galad::
Umm...noooooooo. I wanted to make sure you were okay.

::Lomiothiel::
Liar.

::Gil-Galad::
Seriously, you know what sort of explanation Boromir gives. Something about walking death?

Lomiothiel growls and narrows her eyes at the High King.

::Gil-Galad::
I did not say it! He did!

::Lomiothiel sighs::
I've just got a really bad cold. I've had it all week and I've had class and tons of work and I have two weeks of classes left and I just want to sleep... and not be sick ::cough cough:: And not be coughing all night long.

::Gil-Galad::
Oh. That is bad.

::Lomiothiel::
Yes, yes it is. Sorry I'm so crabby, but I'm just worn out.

::Gil-Galad::
Well, we will try to let you get some sleep, but you know how well I can promise quiet around here.

::Lomiothiel smiles::
Thank you Gil-Galad. And tell Boromir I will personally ::cough cough:: break that horn if he attempts to 'help me sleep' again.

::Gil-Galad smiles::
Anything else?

::Lomiothiel::
Oh, I left a package on the table. Have the owl take it back to Prosperine.

::Gil-Galad looks quizzically at Lomiothiel::
Umm... what exactly does that mean?

::Lomiothiel::
Oops, I forgot you probably don't know what that means. Mea is sending the antidote for Boromir and Eomer by owl from the manor. ::cough cough:: It's how mail comes, haven't you ever wondered how my mail just suddenly appears in the box?

::Gil-Galad::
Not particularly.

::Lomiothiel::
It's how the wizards and witches get mail, so I have just had mine things things here instead of home. I need to return a cloak to Prosperine, so it's in the box by the door. When the owl comes, give the ::cough cough:: package to it. She will know what to do. Don't forget to take the package she's got or we'll be stuck with ::cough cough:: mini's forever.

::Gil-Galad::
I can do that. I am definitely sick of watching where I step.

::Lomiothiel::
You're not fooling anyone, I've seen you, you don't watch at all!

::Gil-Galad smiles guiltily::
You caught me. Go to bed. We can take care of everything.

::Lomiothiel::
Thanks dear, I'll be better soon.

::Gil-Galad::
I hope so, you're whiny when you're sick ::wink::.

::Lomiothiel::
Don't make me throw a shoe at you Gil.

Gil-Galad laughs and walks to the door and leaves her room. Strangely enough, there is no one waiting for him on the other-side.

::Gil-Galad::
Not a good sign.

Gil-Galad walks downstairs, this time looking around to make sure no one is under foot. He spies the door open and walks outside, where Legolas has an arrow trained on a very white bird attempting to land on a limb, carrying a small package. Haldir runs towards Gil-Galad.

::Haldir::
Gil-Galad, tell him that that is not crebain sent by Saruman.

::Gil-Galad::
Legolas, do not shoot that bird! It is the owl Lomiothiel has been waiting for. It has the antidote in the package!

::Legolas looks back at Gil-Galad with a sly smirk::
So perhaps I should shoot it after all?

::Eomer and Boromir::
NOOOOO!!!!!

::Legolas laughs and sighs::
Only kidding. Well what are WE supposed to do with it?

Legolas lowers his bow and the owl, sensing the change in hostilities, swoops down and lands on a low branch near Haldir.

::Gil-Galad::
Take the package, Haldir.

Haldir, hesitantly takes the package from the owl. The owl hoots it approval.

::Haldir::
Now what?

::Gil-Galad::
Oh wait, here!

Gil-Galad runs back inside and takes the package off the table. The label reads "Propserine, Mea & Hati, InkHeart Manor- United Kingdom." He returns outside to see the owl has now landed on Legolas' arm. The elf looks a bit perturbed.

::Legolas::
What is it doing? I knew I should have shot it, it has gone insane!

::Gil-Galad sighs::
No, it is supposed to take this to Lomi's friends. Here.

Gil-Galad hands to box to Legolas, whoo timidly extends it to the owl. The owl immediately flies off his arm and grabs the box out of his hands and soars up and over the Grove, out of sight.

::Legolas::
Well that was certainly peculiar.

::Gil-Galad::
Apparently that is how those wizards get news.

::Boromir::
They should get Beacons. Those are fun when they are lit.

::Legolas::
I thought it was a bad thing when the beacons were lit... calling for aid, is it not?

::Boromir::
Well... yeah. But they are still fun.

::Eomer::
Forget the beacons, open the package!! I want to not be the size of a coney!

::Boromir::
Oh you are much smaller than a pony.

::Eomer::
CONEY!! C-O-N-E-Y!

::Boromir::
Oh... sorry.

The boys sit down on the grass and open the package. The label reads "Lomiothiel/ElectraStarr, The Elven Grove, Middle-Earth." Legolas opens the package and removes a small bottle of liquid, a note and what appears to be a letter in an envelope. Boromir immediately starts jumping up and down.

::Boromir::
oh oh oh!!! Give it!!

::Legolas::
Say please.

::Eomer::
Elf, you are not amusing!

::Legolas smiles::
I am always amusing. Here you go, big babies.

Legolas places the small bottle on the ground next to mini Boz and mini Eomer. The little tag reads "A Siriusly Perfect Shrinking Antidote: To reverse effects of Shrinking Spell, take two drops of liquid. Drinker should return to normal size within five minutes."

Legolas unscrews the top and pours some into the cap and places it on the grass. Eomer and Boromir lean in and both take a large sip.

::Eomer::
Do you think that was the same as a normal sized drop?

::Boromir::
Well, if you are drinking this you are not normal sized anyway, so I do not think it matters much.

::Eomer::
That was almost intelligent Boromir. Do not ever do that again.

Boromir looks almost insulted, until he notices the smirk on Eomer's face.

::Boromir::
Ha-ha... funny Eomer. The hobbits were funnier.

Gil-Galad, meanwhile, is unfolding the note that was inside the box. He begins to read it aloud:

"Dear Lomi,
Hope you're feeling better. Perhaps werewolf spit DOES have germs in it and Prosperine has rubbed some of it off on you. She would be immune, now wouldn't she? :) Enclosed is the antidote, along with the... invitation. I'm sorry, they were insistent your boys know about the "grave injustices being written about the lot of them"... I know, Severus can be pretty poncy sometimes. Hope you have a better time explaining Slash than we did. Let us know if you need any help...

Love,
Mea

PS. Oh, Propserine wants to know when she can come play with Legolas.... so of course Sirius is pouting because he is no longer the man-whore he thinks he is. Of course, no one can be the stud Sirius THINKS he is ;)."


::Legolas smiles and sticks his tongue out at Haldir::
Told you everyone likes me best.

::Haldir::
You get more and more poncy by the day, you know that do you not?

Gil-Galad puts down the letter and picks up the little envelope. For the first time, he notices a little bag with five buttons inside. Haldir picks them up and looks at them.

::Haldir::
'A.S'? What does that mean? How do they blink?

::Boromir::
WHAT NEW DEVILRY IS THIS?!

The boys look at Boromir with a shared pained expression.

::Haldir::
Okay, Boromir that was only funny the first time you said it. It's not funny anymore.

::Boromir::
Drat.

::Gil-Galad looks at the envelope in his hand::
I have no clue, Haldir, but more importantly, what is this 'slash' and why does it need explanation?

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Okay so I make you shiver with antici.....pation....

I'm sickly and this is more than I've typed in a few days! So Jen'Nifer needs to get me pictures, Boz's journal is almost done and I'm trying to archive the posts in some sort of order, along with an explanation of what the hell is going on and how this rant (along with inkheart) started.

So Prosperine, I am returning your... ahem... 'cloak.' Have fun, but not too much ::wink wink:: .

As for A.S.S....I mean A.S... that has to wait until next time ;)

Hope you like, I'm too hopped up on NyQuil to know if it's funny or not.